Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

"Huh, what?" Ali Bai was shocked, hardly believing his ears.

Although he already knew that Fang Zheng Yi had a touch of Jianghu temperament, being so direct with that word still left him thunderstruck.

"It's like, you know, jacking off. In Buddhist terms, it's called illegal ejaculation. Let's be civilized and call it 'stroking,' shall we?" Fang Zheng Yi repeated. "Don't be shy, be honest. I'm trying to help you here. Confession is good for the soul!"

"Ah, this... I stroke... seven... seven or eight times a month, maybe," Ali Bai stammered, his face red.

"That's too little. I stroke at least twice a day. Once in the morning, and again after exercising at noon." Fang Zheng Yi's expression was calm, as if describing eating and drinking: "Think about it, I hold several positions, handle so many official documents every day, and face countless problems. How heavy is the pressure on my shoulders?"

"You need to stroke more to get the blood flowing and control the rhythm below the waist."

Ali Bai slowly opened his mouth wide...

"Is Lord Fang lacking women?"

"Not lacking, but this saves time and worry."

Fang Zheng Yi continued: "This is what every successful person should do. Believe me, many people in the court do this. If you don't, your mentality will become unbalanced. You'll be finished in a hair's breadth. You must know that when playing games with people in the court, you must never be impulsive! Impulsiveness is the devil."

"Stroke one out anytime, anywhere, develop a good habit. You're thinking about successful strategies while you're stroking."

Ali Bai's worldview shattered into a million pieces. He had never heard such bizarre theories in his life, so he muttered: "Lord Fang, are you kidding me?"

Fang Zheng Yi smiled slightly: "This is where my education excels. Ordinary people only tell you to strengthen your spirit, train your will, and learn to endure hardship, but no one has ever told you the basic principles of what spirit and will are. The key to learning is to talk about the essence apart from the phenomenon, so that you can improve rapidly!"

"Suppose you want to build a big house, but you don't know where the foundation is? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

What he said did make sense!

"Mmm, mmm, mmm." Ali Bai gradually entered the state, nodding repeatedly like a primary school student.

Fang Zheng Yi said earnestly: "The so-called joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures are just reactions produced by relying on the body. The most knowledgeable and morally upright scholars in the world will also lose their composure after getting drunk. The most powerful warriors in the world can hardly endure the knife, sword, and axe wounds on their bodies, and suffer from minor illnesses and pains. Even the most energetic people cannot stay awake continuously day and night. So, all the will of strong people exists based on the body, wouldn't you agree?"

Ali Bai gasped, feeling enlightened in his heart.

That's right! The principle is very simple, but no one has ever told him this way. All the teaching masters only tell him that you must persevere and endure hardship.

This was the first time someone had analyzed the problem by getting to the bottom of it, and the angle was so tricky...

"So, I should stroke twice a day?"

"No, no, no!" Fang Zheng Yi raised his hand to stop him: "On the contrary, I can do this, but you can't, because I am already a successful person and need this way to adjust, but you are not."

"What you need to do is abstain from stroking!"

"Abstain from stroking?"

"Yes, not only abstain from stroking, but you can't even touch women. You have to accumulate! Accumulate the fire in your chest, constantly increase the pressure on yourself, and then the pressure will transform you, until you are reborn from the ashes, and you become a completely new you!"

"Ah, right, that's how it is!" Ali Bai suddenly realized.

It wasn't that he was stroking too little, it turned out he was stroking too much.

"Come, give me your hand." Fang Zheng Yi reached out to Ali Bai.

Ali Bai handed over his hand, and Fang Zheng Yi took his wrist, pretending to feel his pulse, and said with a solemn expression: "A 20-year-old with the pulse of a 60-year-old, this is a sign of excessive indulgence before achieving success!"

"Exhausting yourself before achieving great things, this lecherous behavior will only make you live in a daze every day, no wonder your character doesn't match your achievements. Do you often cough in the morning and spit phlegm?"

Ali Bai's face was pale, and he trembled: "You can even feel that?"

Nonsense, the people in the Honglu Guesthouse are helping me keep an eye on you. How could I not feel it?

Fang Zheng Yi smiled indifferently and shook off Ali Bai's wrist: "Heh, I've seen too many like you. Back then, His Highness the Crown Prince was much more serious than you. He was about to pee blood if he kept stroking, but fortunately, I appeared in time to help him pull back from the brink!"

"Then... then can I still be saved?" Ali Bai's eyes were filled with hope.

"Of course there is a cure. Since I am willing to give you guidance, it means that you have great hope. If there was no cure, why would I say so much to the Second Prince?" Fang Zheng Yi asked, "And I have already started to save you. We are now in talking therapy, or talk therapy for short."

Ali Bai couldn't hide his excitement: "Please continue to give me talk therapy, Lord Fang!"

Fang Zheng Yi said: "Hey, Second Prince, you're too polite. I've already given you the mental cultivation method. The rest is up to you to explore on your own."

"Is it just as simple as abstaining from stroking?" Ali Bai said dejectedly: "Why can't Lord Fang teach me the rest?"

"Because that's another pri... internal information that cannot be passed on."

"Internal information..." Ali Bai murmured, feeling something tickling in his heart.

This sounded very extraordinary, like the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures in Journey to the West!

"Please be sure to teach me, Lord Fang. Whether it's gold, silver, or beautiful women, I can offer them all after returning to the Jin Kingdom. I will definitely satisfy Lord Fang," Ali Bai pleaded sincerely.

Fang Zheng Yi sighed softly: "Second Prince, don't be like this. You should understand after reading Journey to the West. The scriptures cannot be passed on lightly, nor can they be taken for nothing. But this time the problem is not with you, but with me."

"This magical method of education was a great success on the Crown Prince. His Majesty specially ordered me to introduce this method into the palace, and repeatedly warned me that unless there is a rescript from His Majesty, it cannot be passed on to anyone who is not my disciple. From my personal point of view, you are certainly an excellent seed, but I am entrusted with an imperial mission and dare not disobey."

"Of course, it's not that there is no room for maneuver. I can pass the mental cultivation method to you, and you can explore it on your own. If you encounter setbacks on the road of self-study, it wouldn't be a violation for me to offer a few words of guidance. It's just that... detours are definitely inevitable."

Mental cultivation method, this mental cultivation method is too simple, everyone knows how to abstain from stroking. The rest are all detours, so he didn't learn anything.

A huge sense of loss surged into Ali Bai's heart, but in an instant, he became excited again.

It cannot be passed on to anyone who is not a disciple, so I can become a disciple! There is hope!

Thinking of this, Ali Bai suddenly reined in his horse and dismounted.

Fang Zheng Yi had already prepared for this, and the two dismounted almost simultaneously.

Ali Bai bent down to bow, but a pair of big hands held him up. He only heard Fang Zheng Yi say with concern: "What are you doing, Second Prince? This is a public place."

"Ali Bai is willing to take Lord Fang as his teacher!" Ali Bai said and wanted to kneel down.